The four members of the Hunter Squad remained in a state of shock, unable to react.

The last Crawling Beast hiding in the corner of the passage witnessed the slaughter of its companions.

It let out a fearful whimper, its scales trembling violently.

Following that, the bloodthirsty creature tucked its tail between its legs, limbs frantically slipping on the dust-covered tiles, fleeing towards the entrance of the passage without daring to look back.

It seemed that the terrifying beast swarm outside, capable of crushing it into pulp, was much safer than the empty-handed man before it.

Fang Cheng did not pursue.

He casually flicked off the bloodstains from his knuckles, then turned around, looking down at Kael who was collapsed on the ground.

Kael stared blankly at Fang Cheng.

Beneath the gas mask, his weather-beaten face was completely frozen, even the rise and fall of his chest forcibly halted at that moment.

Not far away, Roken clutched his bleeding shoulder, staring at this casually slaughtering man as if seeing a God or a monster. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Pike was even scrambling to crawl beside Ira, mouth agape, unable to utter any sound from his throat.

The half-grown boy’s eyes were fixed on Fang Cheng, his pupils slightly contracting.

He had clearly recognized the man before him, who tore apart monsters with his bare hands, was the stranger he encountered while on guard duty.

The madman who calmly roasted meat in the city’s ruins, oblivious to the harsh surroundings!

Pike felt a chill rushing straight from his tailbone to the back of his head.

It wasn’t until this moment that he suddenly realized, that man lighting a fire in the Mutant Beast’s territory wasn’t reckless at all.

Rather, it was because he inherently didn’t care about those monsters that could easily wipe out a Hunter Squad.

Kael and the others hadn’t seen Fang Cheng.

But their gazes were equally captivated.

No protective suit, no gas mask.

Relying solely on pure physical strength to crush monsters, demonstrating an overpowering force that tramples everything.

These few seconds of scenes shattered their understanding of the word "human."

"Th-thank you..."

Kael swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

He supported himself on the broken security scanner, his legs trembling, stubbornly forcing himself to stand.

Then, he lowered his prideful head of an Iron City elite hunter.

Faced with the absolute strength displayed by this man, their proud Combat Skills seemed laughable like child’s play.

Only by surrendering unreservedly could they show respect.

Fang Cheng looked at Kael, who was bowing before him, expressionless.

Then, he dusted off his hands and spoke plainly:

"I’m not familiar with this place; I need someone to guide me."

Upon hearing this inquiry, Kael felt an immense relief, his body relaxing.

"Yes, sir, I’m more than willing to be your guide."

He was about to express his gratitude and report the route of the underground passage to this strong man.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng furrowed his brow and gestured for silence.

Then turned his gaze, past the debris of the monsters on the ground, towards the entrance of the dark passage.

The oppressive tremors from the surface had vanished unbeknownst to them.

The beast swarm that was raging and howling outside the passage just seconds ago seemed suddenly silenced, leaving not a sound behind.

The entire Wasteland World seemed to plunge into the Abyss in an instant.

Soon after, an extremely cold wind poured into the underground hall through the passage entrance.

This wind was not ordinary, carrying a chilling dead silence that could seemingly freeze the senses.

The pungent smell of sulfur and intense stench of blood that permeated the air were completely stripped away by this eerie cold wind.

The temperature in the hall plummeted precipitously.

Kael, who had just stood up straight, shivered violently.

To his horror, he found that the volcanic ash piled in the cracks of the tiles was condensing into a layer of pale frost at a visible pace.

The breath he’d just exhaled hadn’t even dispersed before it turned into ice chips that fell to the ground.

Kael’s gaze was fixed on the passage entrance, his breathing coming to a complete halt.

Beyond the weak halo of the flashlight, a shroud of black fog deeper than darkness silently crawled along the ground.

The fog rolled, as if a living creature was writhing within.

"Black creatures... they’re black creatures!"

Pike squeezed out a distorted shout from his throat.

In his voice was a fear even greater than when facing a wave of mutant beasts.

"It’s over... they came with the storm!"

Roken couldn’t help but close his eyes; the rifle he had just picked up slipped powerlessly from his hands and hit the ground with a clatter.

In the wasteland, every hunter knows an iron rule.

Physical weapons are utterly ineffective against these ghostly entities wandering in the storm.

Once touched by them, the flesh of living beings will instantly freeze and evaporate, turning into a drift of ash scattered by the wind.

The speed at which the black fog spreads is extremely fast.

The first to bear the brunt was the crawling beast nailed to the wall by Fang Cheng with a steel pipe.

The rolling mist had just passed over its still bleeding massive body.

Sizzle—

The originally gushing blood wounds and the hard blue scales instantly lost all color, becoming ashen and withered.

Immediately, the remains of the half-ton mutant beast collapsed like a weathered sand sculpture into gray-white dust, scattering onto the floor tiles in a soft patter.

From the depths of the fog, four eerie shadows slowly emerged.

They had no physical form, no features, resembling distorted and elongated human silhouettes, hovering half a foot above the ground.

As they approached, the already dim light in the underground hall seemed to be utterly swallowed up.

An intense cold invaded, freezing even the air itself.

Leaning against the wall, Ira’s face turned even paler, her lips tightly pressed together.

She felt her heart beating slower and slower, as if the blood in her veins was about to freeze.

Fang Cheng’s gaze remained calm.

Watching the shadows flickering in the mist, he didn’t sense any blood or energy fluctuations from these entities.

On the contrary, he detected an extremely chaotic, high-intensity negative spiritual energy.

"Energy bodies that survive by consuming life energy..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, murmuring to himself.

He took a step forward, solidly positioning himself in front of the four nearly despairing wasteland hunters.

Taking a deep breath, his chest rose slightly.

The Pure Yang True Qi within his dantian, like a dormant volcano, erupted completely in that moment.

Buzz—

A resonant sound of his muscles and bones rang out like thunder, echoing loudly through the empty underground hall.

Instantly, a bright golden flame ignited across Fang Cheng’s body.

The fiercely yang energy blood glow rapidly formed a golden barrier with a radius of three meters, enveloping Kael and the others.

This was the manifestation of the "Mixed Element True Domain" pushed to its extreme.

The high temperature radiated madly in all directions, the waves of heat distorting the air turbulently.

The advancing white frost evaporated the instant it touched the heat waves.

In the eyes of Kael and the others, filled with awe.

The man dressed in thin clothing erupted with a dazzling golden light at this moment,

like a golden sun rising out of nowhere within this deathly cold and endless dark night,

The blinding light, in an overbearing manner, instantly evaporated the approaching dense fog and dispelled the fear within Kael and the others.

That dominating yet warming aura transformed into rolling heat waves, forcibly penetrating their bodies, causing the almost frozen blood to boil once more.

Even Ira’s severely depleted spiritual telekinesis miraculously found some relief under the sunlight.

She widened her eyes in delight, staring at that radiant and dazzling man.

Standing at the center of the light, Fang Cheng’s expression remained calm and unperturbed.

As if he had turned himself into a torch to illuminate this wasteland world.

The four figures known as "black creatures" halted their advance outside the circle of light.

Their forms twisted and shuddered in the darkness, letting out shrill screams that didn’t belong to any living creature.

As if wanting to forcibly break through this barrier to devour fresh flesh,

but confronted with the fiercely yang and rigid flames, they hovered mid-air, trapped between advance and retreat by instinctual fear.